Potty Training: Can It Really Be This Easy?
I love her to death, but nothing about Caroline has ever been easy.
Okay, that’s not completely true. She slept through the night early on and was pretty consistent about that until I switched her to a big girl bed (at which point she started getting up a million times a night and still hasn’t stopped, five months later).
Other than that, I love her but she’s high-needs to the max. Starting with the whole NICU experience, through the reflux and the weight loss and the gross motor delay and the picky eating to the extreme and the death grip on the binky, it hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park. She’s only very recently started to entertain herself for short periods of time, which makes it tough on a single mom who has lots to do. Let’s just say that I’ve never been one of those moms who has an easygoing kid and thinks parenting is a breeze.
We’ve worked on potty training halfheartedly for months. I think the real problem was that I was too
lazy busy to really get after it. But she’ll be three this winter, and she’s more than ready for preschool in every other way, so I talked to daycare and we decided to take the plunge. I put her in big girl underwear and sent her to school with no diapers. That was yesterday.
She’s had maybe… three accidents total over two days. She asks to go when she needs to, and just does her thing and gets her little sticker reward.
I can’t help but think …that’s it?? Come on, Caro! You’ve made everything else a challenge for me! You’re almost three years old and I still need 17 cups of caffeinated beverage to survive a single day! You can’t let me get off this easy! What will I complain about on my blog?? Think of the blog!
Maybe she’s plotting something. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and she’ll have fingerpainted her entire room with her own poop. Maybe I’m going to have to give her a sticker every time she pees until she’s in college. Maybe she wants something. That must be it. Listen, Caro, you can’t have a pony, if that’s what you’re after. Mommy’s way too poor and this apartment is nowhere near big enough.
Anyway, for now, until she does something diabolical, I’ll take it. I want to believe that it’s that easy… I just don’t know if I can!
(Any potty training horror stories, please do share in the comments. Don’t spare me. I need to know what I might be up against. Thanks in advance.)Add a Comment